Nihilist Eyes

After the heavy rain of bloodiest war Broken directions are in front where to go Nihilist eyes of visionary screen of boo Neither life nor death of the rest of war Victims are overbear to entomb the past How it is ignored had the war of last Victors insist to laugh and to cast Crimes against humanity will not blast Without minority called it is motherland Without symbolic father called it is fatherland Way of rhythm seems to be a grave land War of victory celebrates in barren land The capital runs trampling over the bodies of poor Profit and commission are poured to the power A Day today life of fate runs necessarily in low gear Post war condition that is timeless, this my dear Udaya R. Tennakoon